Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Organ,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Brick,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.